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As soon as I pulled up to the house I ran up to my room. I heard Ash yell something at me but I didn’t care to listen. I wanted to be alone. She had Frankie and I had no one. I threw myself on my bed and began to cry. I really didn’t know why I was crying I had no real reason to. I had never told Gerard how I felt, we were not together. Hell, we were not even friends but it hurt none the less. I grabbed my bag and dug down to the very bottom until I found a safety pin. I rolled down my sleeve, unhooked the pin and ran it across my flesh. It didn’t opened my skin just scratched it. Slid it across again this time putting enough pressure to be sure to release my blood, I never cut over a vain. I didn’t want to die I just wanted to feel the pain. It released the pain I had internally. I watched the blood trickle down arm the harder I pushed. Soon I feel into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of Gerard. These were always the best sleep, right after I have ridded my body of pain I felt, after I cleared my head I could just lay and dream. I never wanted to wake from my dreams.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE!” I awoke by the screeching sound of my mother’s voice. “I know you were with that skanky ass bitch today. I saw you.” Crunch! I sat up as something hit the wall. About five minutes after I have woken I saw Ash emerging from our connecting bathroom. She walked over and crawled into my bed with me.
“Mom and dad are home” she said laying her head down in my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair trying to comfort her.
“I heard” she sobbed a little. Whenever mom and dad were argue it would always really get to her. Don’t get me wrong they affect me too, they are a huge factor in the problems I have but Ash and I are two different people. I rather be alone when I am upset where as Ash wants to be around people to hold her. “Frank leave?” I asked. She simply nodded. My parents used to love Frank he was always over and spent a lot of night here, but ever since they hit this rocky spot of my mom constantly accusing my dad of cheating and vice versa they get extremely mad to even here the mention of his name. We stayed in my room listening to their argument of the day for an hour until we heard silence. Then suddenly my mothers dreadful voice pierced the silence.
“Ashley and Abigail get your asses down here!” She screamed. We both looked at each other. Ashley mumbled something to the effect of ‘What the fuck did we do this time?’ But I am not sure. We got off the bed and headed downstairs holding each other’s hands the whole way. Stopping at just before arms reached of our parents, who were sitting on the couch together, we took a deep breath for what was about to come. “So today I got the mail and do you know what I found?” her eyes gazed down on us with daggers.
“My guess would be letters and bills” I shrugged. Ashley nudged me. I didn’t know what got into me. I just blurted it out. Very unlike me…or so I thought.
“What was that? What did you just say to me?” My mom said streaming red.
“Nothing, she said nothing” Ashley said holding my hand tighter.
“Well what I have here is two report cards from BHS and let me tell you they are not pretty.” she threw the two papers in our face.
Sullivan, Abigail Course Teacher Grade
Period One Statistics Marsh A-
Period Two English CP Brooks D+
Period Three Health/PE O’Neal D
Period Four Computers 1/2 Massie D
Period Five Geography CP Gutro C
Period Six Biology CP Cullen C-
Sullivan, Ashley Course Teacher Grade
Period One Statistic Marsh B
Period Two Biology AP Simmons A-
Period Three English AP Hubbee A
Period Four Drama Armstrong A+
Period Five Track Barone A+
Period Six Geography AP Longo A+
Okay, so I think it is apparent that I am not the brains in the family but look I got an A in math! Ash on the other hand didn’t Does Happy Dance in head. Also note that neither of us failed any one of our classes. I believe congratulation is in order. However my mother thought different.
“So explain yourselves,” her eyes narrowed down on us.
“Explain what? The fact that we passed? Well, you see when you do your work even at the minimal effort you pass the class.” I said in a snobbish, matter-of-fact tone. Man I was on a roll.
“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that YOU BITCH” her voice rang in my head until I felt a searing pain on the left side of face from the harsh contact with the palm of her hand.
“And don’t you fucking touch her you monster!” Ashley found her voice and strength as she pushed our mother down on to the couch.
“Oh so you want to help the runt, do you?” she said anger flashed in her eyes. I looked over to my father who was just sitting on the couch as his wife mentally and physically abused her only to children.
“Don’t you call my sister, who is your daughter a runt! She is a good person, a kind person.” Ash tried to dive over to the couch but I held her back. It was not worth it. It was not worth her getting another black eye for my sorry ass.
“Let it go, Ash, it’ll be over soon, it is just not worth it.” I whispered. She stood up straight and looked down at our pitiful excuse for a mother.
“Too scared?” she sneered at us.
“No they just won’t sink down to your level, Ann” our dad finally spoke up.
“Who asked you?” she snapped back at him. He sighed and raised his hands as if to say; I give up! He then proceeded to walk out of the living room in to his hiding place in the garage. Ash and I backed up as well trying to use this excuse to escape. That’s when our mother began to cry. She laid on the couch in a ball crying, blubbering phrases like ‘No one loves me…’, ‘That’s fine you all leave me alone it my pit of darkness.’ The effect of this did nothing at all. We walked back upstairs of to Ashley’s room where I laid down on her bed.
“Why the fuck does she do this to us?” Ashley said pounding down on the wall. “Why isn’t she like all the other mother’s or even like she used to be?” I could tell she was near tears.
“It’s the pills babe and the drinking” I said trying to sooth my sister down.
“I know it is...” she sighed and laid back down on the bed. Mom was always like this after she forgot to take her pills. First she would get all crazy on our dad, and then when she couldn’t handle it, drink. It was out of the ordinary for our mother, to go out to bars or hide booze in the house but after she found out that our father had cheated on her then she went into a manic depression and now had to take ’crazy pills’ to ease the pain. I blame dad he did this to her and he doesn’t even care he is a selfish bastard that only thinks about himself. But even if it is his fault that he turned our wonderful mother into the wretched monster it doesn’t change that we will never have our mommy back again. Sure we get glimpse of her occasionally when she takes her pills but what kind of life is that when you have to rely on pills? We drifted off to sleep eventually.
*
I didn’t wake up until the next morning, thankfully, a Saturday morning, at 8:47am. Ashley was already up and in the shower. I stood up in my clothes from the previous day and walked downstairs. My mom was behind the stove cooking what smelt like French toast and bacon, our favorite meal.
“Hey Tiger Lily.” She smiled in her usual overly sweet tone. Normally after a night like last night she wont remember a thing she go back to being the mother that I love and not the crazy psycho. Ashley and I have tried talking to her about it in the past but it did nothing so now we just let be it was pretty damn point less to try to do anything, she would just deny it until she hulked out again. So it was just easier to forget about and enjoy her while it last…meaning until dad came home.
“Smells good” Ashley said walking down the stairs towards me. Her hair as in a wet messy bun and she had old sweats on. I enjoyed seeing her not perfectly primped but still got a twinge of jealously that even if I was all done up and she looked like that she is still the far prettier one.
“I made your girls’ favorite!” My mom said to us. I walked over to the living room and saw the report card. I knew my mom would remember nothing of the night before so I decided to steal the card and hide it in the band of my pajama pants until I had a proper way of disposing it.
“Mom, I am going to take a shower now.” I called over to her.
“Okay dear, but don’t take too long or your food will get cold!” She called back with a smile. Ash walked out of the kitchen and met me at the stairs.
“Did you get it?” she asked.
“Yeah, now go in there before she comes out.” I said back to her. Once in my room I dug into the very bottom of my purse to retrieve my little bic. I walked over to the conjoining bathroom and locked both doors. I started the shower and sprayed the room with air freshener. Standing over the toilet I flicked the lighter on and slowly burned the paper. Now like I said I don’t think these grades are to be ashamed of but there is no reason to give her any more reasons to start the tirades over. Once fully burned I flushed the toilet and gave the room another spray before jumping into the shower.
After the shower I quickly got dressed a walked downstairs for breakfast. Ashley and my mom were sitting in the living room enjoying their meal in front of the TV. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my Spiderman plate sitting on the stove all served for me. In the living room I sat next to my mother who was watching her favorite TV show (Menu Guide, she could never seem to decide on a show). There was complete silence in the room as we ate.
Ashley and I did the dishes after everyone was done eating as mom sat down on the kitchen table to go over the bills.
“Is Frankie coming over today?” she asked looking up from her glasses.
“Yeah him and Gerard are coming to work on a research project for statistics .” Ash answered as she dried the dished. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the mention of my love I mean, infatuation’s name.
“Who is Gerard?” Our mother asked.
“Gerard is a senior boy at our school who is in our class.” Do they have to keep saying his name I might just have a heart attack.
“Oh a senior, eh…Is he hot?” she asked with a sly smile.
“He is alright. What do you think Abby?” Ash looked at me. I turned red in the face, I couldn’t tell them that I have a undying love for the man, that I lusted after every inch of his body down to his big toe, I couldn’t tell them at he was ugly either. I had to think of something… “Earth to Abby…” she called over to me.
“Huh?” I asked still as red as ever “Oh right Gerard…he umm, pretty cute.” Ha! Pretty cute my ass! He is the single hottest person on the planet!
“Isn’t a senior a bit old to be in your math class?” Mom asked.
Ashley nodded her head, “He’s, um how do I say it,” Hot, Delicious, come on Ash there are about million ways to describe him! ”Artistic! Yes, he is very artistic, mom. He spends most of class drawing and what not. I just don’t think math is his thing.”
My mom look unsure,”Well don’t let his art get in the way of your grades.” She said sternly. Oh shit here it comes again! I winced, but nothing happen. She just continued with normal conversation, “Well what time are they coming over?” my mother asked with a sly look on her face and gave me a knowing smile. She knows, she knows? DAMNIT, HOW DOES SHE KNOW?! She just keeps smiling at me. Wait, hold on a second did she say that he was coming over as into this house?
“They will be over at 2pm” Ashley said, I looked over at the clock to she it reasd11:08. Okay 11:08 that gives me 11, 12, 1, 2... That gives me roughly three hours until he get here! OH SHIT! I need to clean myself up. I need to do my hair, put on makeup, and change this outfit, tidy up the place. GOD, So much work, so little time.
I ran upstairs to my room fixing everything I could. I did my hair straight as usual; put on some killer make-up making my eyes look stormy. Put on the tightest black pants I owned and my little Ramones Baby Doll Shirt. I must admit that I looked good, especially with my combat boots. Downstairs was I totally mess I picked up the living room to the best of my ability and vacuumed the floors. My mom keeps sending me those knowing looks as I cleaned. Maybe it was that normal I’d rather die then pick up broom but she wanted me with strange intensity. All of it took a good portion of my time. Ashley didn’t help at all she stayed in her room doing her Biology homework, the goody-goody. 1:34 I was finally done and decided to watch some TV while I waited for the hottest man alive and Frankie to show up at MY doorstep.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE!” I awoke by the screeching sound of my mother’s voice. “I know you were with that skanky ass bitch today. I saw you.” Crunch! I sat up as something hit the wall. About five minutes after I have woken I saw Ash emerging from our connecting bathroom. She walked over and crawled into my bed with me.
“Mom and dad are home” she said laying her head down in my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair trying to comfort her.
“I heard” she sobbed a little. Whenever mom and dad were argue it would always really get to her. Don’t get me wrong they affect me too, they are a huge factor in the problems I have but Ash and I are two different people. I rather be alone when I am upset where as Ash wants to be around people to hold her. “Frank leave?” I asked. She simply nodded. My parents used to love Frank he was always over and spent a lot of night here, but ever since they hit this rocky spot of my mom constantly accusing my dad of cheating and vice versa they get extremely mad to even here the mention of his name. We stayed in my room listening to their argument of the day for an hour until we heard silence. Then suddenly my mothers dreadful voice pierced the silence.
“Ashley and Abigail get your asses down here!” She screamed. We both looked at each other. Ashley mumbled something to the effect of ‘What the fuck did we do this time?’ But I am not sure. We got off the bed and headed downstairs holding each other’s hands the whole way. Stopping at just before arms reached of our parents, who were sitting on the couch together, we took a deep breath for what was about to come. “So today I got the mail and do you know what I found?” her eyes gazed down on us with daggers.
“My guess would be letters and bills” I shrugged. Ashley nudged me. I didn’t know what got into me. I just blurted it out. Very unlike me…or so I thought.
“What was that? What did you just say to me?” My mom said streaming red.
“Nothing, she said nothing” Ashley said holding my hand tighter.
“Well what I have here is two report cards from BHS and let me tell you they are not pretty.” she threw the two papers in our face.
Sullivan, Abigail Course Teacher Grade
Period One Statistics Marsh A-
Period Two English CP Brooks D+
Period Three Health/PE O’Neal D
Period Four Computers 1/2 Massie D
Period Five Geography CP Gutro C
Period Six Biology CP Cullen C-
Sullivan, Ashley Course Teacher Grade
Period One Statistic Marsh B
Period Two Biology AP Simmons A-
Period Three English AP Hubbee A
Period Four Drama Armstrong A+
Period Five Track Barone A+
Period Six Geography AP Longo A+
Okay, so I think it is apparent that I am not the brains in the family but look I got an A in math! Ash on the other hand didn’t Does Happy Dance in head. Also note that neither of us failed any one of our classes. I believe congratulation is in order. However my mother thought different.
“So explain yourselves,” her eyes narrowed down on us.
“Explain what? The fact that we passed? Well, you see when you do your work even at the minimal effort you pass the class.” I said in a snobbish, matter-of-fact tone. Man I was on a roll.
“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that YOU BITCH” her voice rang in my head until I felt a searing pain on the left side of face from the harsh contact with the palm of her hand.
“And don’t you fucking touch her you monster!” Ashley found her voice and strength as she pushed our mother down on to the couch.
“Oh so you want to help the runt, do you?” she said anger flashed in her eyes. I looked over to my father who was just sitting on the couch as his wife mentally and physically abused her only to children.
“Don’t you call my sister, who is your daughter a runt! She is a good person, a kind person.” Ash tried to dive over to the couch but I held her back. It was not worth it. It was not worth her getting another black eye for my sorry ass.
“Let it go, Ash, it’ll be over soon, it is just not worth it.” I whispered. She stood up straight and looked down at our pitiful excuse for a mother.
“Too scared?” she sneered at us.
“No they just won’t sink down to your level, Ann” our dad finally spoke up.
“Who asked you?” she snapped back at him. He sighed and raised his hands as if to say; I give up! He then proceeded to walk out of the living room in to his hiding place in the garage. Ash and I backed up as well trying to use this excuse to escape. That’s when our mother began to cry. She laid on the couch in a ball crying, blubbering phrases like ‘No one loves me…’, ‘That’s fine you all leave me alone it my pit of darkness.’ The effect of this did nothing at all. We walked back upstairs of to Ashley’s room where I laid down on her bed.
“Why the fuck does she do this to us?” Ashley said pounding down on the wall. “Why isn’t she like all the other mother’s or even like she used to be?” I could tell she was near tears.
“It’s the pills babe and the drinking” I said trying to sooth my sister down.
“I know it is...” she sighed and laid back down on the bed. Mom was always like this after she forgot to take her pills. First she would get all crazy on our dad, and then when she couldn’t handle it, drink. It was out of the ordinary for our mother, to go out to bars or hide booze in the house but after she found out that our father had cheated on her then she went into a manic depression and now had to take ’crazy pills’ to ease the pain. I blame dad he did this to her and he doesn’t even care he is a selfish bastard that only thinks about himself. But even if it is his fault that he turned our wonderful mother into the wretched monster it doesn’t change that we will never have our mommy back again. Sure we get glimpse of her occasionally when she takes her pills but what kind of life is that when you have to rely on pills? We drifted off to sleep eventually.
*
I didn’t wake up until the next morning, thankfully, a Saturday morning, at 8:47am. Ashley was already up and in the shower. I stood up in my clothes from the previous day and walked downstairs. My mom was behind the stove cooking what smelt like French toast and bacon, our favorite meal.
“Hey Tiger Lily.” She smiled in her usual overly sweet tone. Normally after a night like last night she wont remember a thing she go back to being the mother that I love and not the crazy psycho. Ashley and I have tried talking to her about it in the past but it did nothing so now we just let be it was pretty damn point less to try to do anything, she would just deny it until she hulked out again. So it was just easier to forget about and enjoy her while it last…meaning until dad came home.
“Smells good” Ashley said walking down the stairs towards me. Her hair as in a wet messy bun and she had old sweats on. I enjoyed seeing her not perfectly primped but still got a twinge of jealously that even if I was all done up and she looked like that she is still the far prettier one.
“I made your girls’ favorite!” My mom said to us. I walked over to the living room and saw the report card. I knew my mom would remember nothing of the night before so I decided to steal the card and hide it in the band of my pajama pants until I had a proper way of disposing it.
“Mom, I am going to take a shower now.” I called over to her.
“Okay dear, but don’t take too long or your food will get cold!” She called back with a smile. Ash walked out of the kitchen and met me at the stairs.
“Did you get it?” she asked.
“Yeah, now go in there before she comes out.” I said back to her. Once in my room I dug into the very bottom of my purse to retrieve my little bic. I walked over to the conjoining bathroom and locked both doors. I started the shower and sprayed the room with air freshener. Standing over the toilet I flicked the lighter on and slowly burned the paper. Now like I said I don’t think these grades are to be ashamed of but there is no reason to give her any more reasons to start the tirades over. Once fully burned I flushed the toilet and gave the room another spray before jumping into the shower.
After the shower I quickly got dressed a walked downstairs for breakfast. Ashley and my mom were sitting in the living room enjoying their meal in front of the TV. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my Spiderman plate sitting on the stove all served for me. In the living room I sat next to my mother who was watching her favorite TV show (Menu Guide, she could never seem to decide on a show). There was complete silence in the room as we ate.
Ashley and I did the dishes after everyone was done eating as mom sat down on the kitchen table to go over the bills.
“Is Frankie coming over today?” she asked looking up from her glasses.
“Yeah him and Gerard are coming to work on a research project for statistics .” Ash answered as she dried the dished. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the mention of my love I mean, infatuation’s name.
“Who is Gerard?” Our mother asked.
“Gerard is a senior boy at our school who is in our class.” Do they have to keep saying his name I might just have a heart attack.
“Oh a senior, eh…Is he hot?” she asked with a sly smile.
“He is alright. What do you think Abby?” Ash looked at me. I turned red in the face, I couldn’t tell them that I have a undying love for the man, that I lusted after every inch of his body down to his big toe, I couldn’t tell them at he was ugly either. I had to think of something… “Earth to Abby…” she called over to me.
“Huh?” I asked still as red as ever “Oh right Gerard…he umm, pretty cute.” Ha! Pretty cute my ass! He is the single hottest person on the planet!
“Isn’t a senior a bit old to be in your math class?” Mom asked.
Ashley nodded her head, “He’s, um how do I say it,” Hot, Delicious, come on Ash there are about million ways to describe him! ”Artistic! Yes, he is very artistic, mom. He spends most of class drawing and what not. I just don’t think math is his thing.”
My mom look unsure,”Well don’t let his art get in the way of your grades.” She said sternly. Oh shit here it comes again! I winced, but nothing happen. She just continued with normal conversation, “Well what time are they coming over?” my mother asked with a sly look on her face and gave me a knowing smile. She knows, she knows? DAMNIT, HOW DOES SHE KNOW?! She just keeps smiling at me. Wait, hold on a second did she say that he was coming over as into this house?
“They will be over at 2pm” Ashley said, I looked over at the clock to she it reasd11:08. Okay 11:08 that gives me 11, 12, 1, 2... That gives me roughly three hours until he get here! OH SHIT! I need to clean myself up. I need to do my hair, put on makeup, and change this outfit, tidy up the place. GOD, So much work, so little time.
I ran upstairs to my room fixing everything I could. I did my hair straight as usual; put on some killer make-up making my eyes look stormy. Put on the tightest black pants I owned and my little Ramones Baby Doll Shirt. I must admit that I looked good, especially with my combat boots. Downstairs was I totally mess I picked up the living room to the best of my ability and vacuumed the floors. My mom keeps sending me those knowing looks as I cleaned. Maybe it was that normal I’d rather die then pick up broom but she wanted me with strange intensity. All of it took a good portion of my time. Ashley didn’t help at all she stayed in her room doing her Biology homework, the goody-goody. 1:34 I was finally done and decided to watch some TV while I waited for the hottest man alive and Frankie to show up at MY doorstep.
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